Time

I woke as though it was Christmas,

the anticipation is the same.

Knowing this is going to be a special lunch

with restaurants and food, I do not usually prepare.

Company of ladies I know so well, will dine

and we will laugh and wear funny glasses.

We will travel to a museum and see dragons

make believe and real, as real as the artist imagination.

I will laugh and maybe cry, because instead of Christmas

it is my birthday, and the sun will finally shine.

So will I , inside and out…

I woke this morning, 

freezing from the tip of my toes

to the top of my head.

I looked at the dark sky and 

the snow and Ice ahead.

I picked up myself and 

decided to be, rose color glasses.

and warm sunshine inside of me.

I hope the weather catches up.

or sad it will be.

because I will be with rose color glasses

and a spirit free. 

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There is slumber in my words, and sleep in my thoughts.

I question all the good intent and wonder about the loss.

A new year’s path has made its way into my morning light.

After I wake in meditation from last night.

I listen to the distant dog bark without regard today.

I stop for a moment before I leave and think of what to say.

To friends who see a dismal world and look out to blame.

And others who are unaware and continue the same.

I tie my shoes in celebrate, the life I do not understand.

I am a wonder as I go on and grateful where stand. 

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in quiet Dawn

I pass

I remember

And project

I know, we know , we all know

Merry Christmas

I step into the day as I cross over the house,

turn on the coffee pot prepped from the day before.

Feeling the chill, I light the fireplace and pull my robe close.

I linger for a moment, until the coffee is ready.

I see the holiday lights on the neighbor’s lawn,

and the darkness on the houses next to it.

Picking up my cup, I settle into the couch and 

into my thoughts from the day before, missing loved ones.

Real Christmas Trees, creakier floors, tinsels that made messes.

the coffee was longer, and we were ok with that.

Holidays are a paradox of time that crescendos. 

into glimpse of all the feelings, loved ones, present and past.

I will soon get ready for the day and look to. 

a window of time for me to run …

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I run in the morning

It makes sense

As human nature

Fails us, and the universe

Pales from smoke

Water is dried by tears.

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Is the night of ghost and goblins?

near as frightful as the days.

coming from the battled streets,

crying from the warrior’s haze.

Crisp the humid fallen golden,

tis moist and wetting dew.

Comes the flowing ghost and goblins.

hallooing from behind the stew.

Yet the truth be more the scarier

dying souls of sand pit graves.

Hence, we need to be more mindful.

battling through mayhem waves.

Yes, this season of the Hallow,

souls and saints remembered here.

While the innocent still living,

live within the streets of fear.

Pray the saints we beckon this,

a night of memory, night of fright.

Soon the only horror faced,

is just the tales of all hallows night.

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Give them out for all.

Set them next to the children.

To listen as they call.

Lead them from the rubble.

Protect them from the fear.

Of fires and loud noises

As nighttime draws them near

Go gather all the dragons.

Herd them toward the child

Bring them back to safety.

So, we can sit a while.

I will clean the mud from war.

Wash the dry crusted tears.

Read you of the green dragon.

Who promised you no more fears?

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when the bow breaks

we will all know

the trees are now rotten

the grass does not grow

birds will stop singing

the lion’s unrest

will roar into nothing

we all will be his guest.

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